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Based on a graphic novel, the brilliant Historia de Amor is unrelenting in its darkness. It’s as if we’re swimming in a pool of India ink.
Lisa Dwan’s performance of these Beckett pieces in a totally darkened theater is powerful and, in the case of Not I, deliciously revelatory.
“It is just when we delve deeper into the sorrows of our lives, the sorrows we have all endured, that our humor saves us.”
Horton Foote’s dialogue often dances on the edge of sentimentality, but, because of these performers, moments that might be sappy are instead deeply moving.
The more-than-satisfactory appeal of Traces is to see these gifted athletes perform time-honored circus skills – the attempt to make the performers look like televised rock stars falls flat.
I was mesmerized by the evocative stage pictures and the straight-at-the-audience, presentational mode of the actors, whose facial expressions and gestures so viscerally conveyed the emotional lives of the characters.
Dramatically speaking, Sontag: Reborn fails to treat a flawed iconoclast with the necessary creative playfulness. Hush, Saint Susan Aborning!
All the prancing about onstage with planks of wood, actors climbing into eight-foot large puppet skeletons, is marvelous to behold, but it makes for an uneven, confusing production.
Bianco Amato is a marvel as Anton Chekov’s widow, Olga Knipper, who can turn her fake emotions on a ruble.
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